Love.

An emotion many claim to feel.

But it’s all a lie.

Love is nothing more than an excuse to hurt those you’ve tricked into believing the lie.

I used to love. Or what I thought was love.

When it began to rage out of control, I’d sever the bonds.

To me being the one to end it first and have the other party hate you, is a far better option than waiting to be blindsided and lose everything.

People say they’re happy when they’re in love.

More lies.

Just another excuse to be angry when the one you “love” betrays or hurts you.

Petty emotions. Why do people even bother?

No other beings speak of love.

And before you call me bitter. Think!

How do most people die, keeping to themselves, or being in “love”?

And who has survived longer the beings that have no love or those you speak of it now?